Although there is now a stagnant atmosphere that can turn an activity room into a psychiatric treatment room, the work of a psychiatrist is not so easy to start.

Yes, Ormer doesn't really reject the work of a psychiatrist.

Just like when he was active as Umastar on Umastagram, most of his posts were spent on 1v1 trouble-to-face online.

Of course, at that time, Omer's motives were also different.

To the same adolescent Omer. For Linton, these outpouring of the troubles of his peers, and even the elderly, is unique and valuable for research.

It is not only a material for observation, but also a kind of life experience.

At that time, even the words he used to enlighten others may have been taken from the small talk of other 'patients', highlighting a graft.

It is for this reason that the process of listening itself is tantamount to filling with 'ammunition'.

Each sentence is like a personal experience, and it is really a dismantling and understanding of the experience of another group of people from a 'third-party perspective', filling his knowledge.

It's just that for most people, it is not easy to digest the feelings of others.

More people in the world just see it, and only when they really experience it will they remember the accumulation of the past - maybe they didn't even think about it at the time, but only remembered that there was such a stubble when they reviewed it afterwards.

Omer wasn't immune, but he was better than one accumulating enough.

- If you listen to too much talking, it's hard to get past it, and in a better way, it's hard to forget when the same topic is brought up by more than one person so often that it seems to be etched into your DNA.

It's like the most memorized verses in elementary school, and you still remember them even in middle age.

It was written by someone else, but it also became a part of your memory.

And this is the gold content of Umastar can be called AIbot.

Omer's behavior pattern back then was almost the same as that of AI, as a record of Umastar's speech when it was active, it was like an AI accumulating raw data - cultivating and learning step by step based on the materials stuffed inside, and deriving more mature and perfect responses.

But now Omer. Linton has not become a full AI, and he has even shown some 'flaws' that he did not have in the past because he has become more 'human'.

The so-called defect mentioned here is an inefficiency.

What you shouldn't do, what you shouldn't say, who you shouldn't meet...... If he were to look at what he did this year two years ago, the young Omer would definitely be able to point out the many 'mistakes' of the young Ommer, and he would feel that those behaviors and decisions needed to be improved, and he would feel that he was too risky and irrational now.

It can only be said that people change.

But at the heart of this change is the same momentum as ever.

Even the former little Omer can't deny that he has so many observation channels, there is no need to be so attentive to Umastagram, and it is impossible to deny that he can cultivate so many hobbies, and there is nothing to talk about the cost performance of tokusatsu toys and plastic models.

Even in order to learn hard in order to get in touch with the knowledge related to the traverser, and trying to thanklessly 'climb over the wall' to blend into the traverser forum, it is also a very inefficient contact direction in serious terms - somewhat anxious, and it is clear that normal growth will inevitably come into contact with the university.

And all of this, after all, don't you still like to watch horse racing girls? Don't you just like monsters and heroes, and prefer new things and possibilities in another world?

No matter how mature she is, no matter how she gives people a temperament image that does not match her appearance, she is still the same on the inside, which will make Onino Xiaomei directly conclude that the other party and the protagonist of the story she tells are the same kind of people.

Nor like people.

It seems to be gentle and warm, and the depths of the approachable are actually wrapped in amazing obsessions.

Usually he is silent, but if he is given a chance to release himself, he may leave aside what he originally had, and even insisted on.

Rational consideration, efficient handling of things, and an attitude of never dragging the mud and water?

As soon as the place touched by that obsession is reached, he will easily abandon the others, as at this moment-

- Even if you can guess with your toes, this 'the most exciting time is on the screen', and there is no personality to disassemble the necessary young people's troubles, even if you can't get any more chic and rare models from the other party.

He is still willing to listen.

Listen to the troubles of a young hero, but also listen to the troubles of another racehorse who was the object of his former training, and who once only felt like he had no eyes when he was struggling in the past.

As always, he was still fascinated by his own world, but now, he had met someone who could set foot in that world.

The only problem is that as a rule, two narrators with different concerns do not speak to one listener at the same time.

The psychiatrist of Michiko would not consider putting multiple patients in one room and letting them talk about the problem, even if Prince Shotoku could listen to ten people and ten words, he would have to consider whether those ten people were willing to speak.

And for people who are too self-reliant in life, the troubles in their hearts are often rotten in their hearts.

It's a pity that Aimu Orihime and Asakura Lu are both such people.

Even if the latter gives the impression of being cheerful and easy to speak, it is the embodiment of the threshold.

Just as a well-behaved and sensible child is not without troubles, but can hardly see her expressions of troubles, the more sunny and cheerful a person is, the more difficult it is for you to touch the dark sludge that he hides.

The mud didn't necessarily come from him, but it certainly had a lot to do with him.

And the former... The former goes without saying.

The stars only want to show you the twinkling starlight, and they don't talk to you about the night that shines brightly.

At this moment, he is sandwiched between such two people, feeling the heavy clouds on both sides, and then looking at the 'youth' who is fighting the storm in the distance, he can't help but feel the unevenness of the world, and then finally-

- He was also thinking about it again and again, but he still decided to take out the determination to hang the heavenly bow upside down.

"Mr. Asakura." He spoke, with the softness of his casual quips.

"I've got some information that Miss Miyu is in her spare time," his fingers swiped in mid-air, and then the two pairs of eyes that Wen Sheng saw showed the framed screen, "Don't you think about acting?" ”

"Linton-san?"

Asakura Lu's eyes were a little surprised, and his slightly excellent eyesight had already seen the ID communication content of [training, combining work and rest, and then training] on the light screen.

Although I don't know that it is the account ID of the Meipu Bourbon, the content does mention the movement of the rice bath.

For a while, he was moved that Lin Dunsang silently helped him confirm the condition of the rice bath, but he hesitated to the other party's inquiry and did not answer.

Ai Mu Orihime and her sister, who didn't know the situation here, saw the silence here, but they tilted their heads in confusion quite synchronously, and they didn't mean to speak rashly, so in the activity room that was quieter at this time, only Omer's second inquiry remained:

"Or are you, who have clearly praised Mr. Stewart, don't have the mood and state to pay attention to Miss Miyu's training now?"

"This ......" Asakira Lu's gaze was a little evasive, and he also glanced in the direction of the sisters.

"There's no one to shy away from here." Omer shook his head.

"If there is a problem, it must be solved, and silence will only become a hidden danger later, if you can't figure it out on your own, talking to someone is also an effective choice."

Saying something that wasn't just for one person, Omer took off the glasses he had put on since he returned to school, and looked at the familiar dark red and pitch black, staring at Aakura Riku, who was not very comfortable looking at him.

It wasn't the first time Asakura had seen the other man's changed eyes, but it was the first time he had faced such a gaze.

The gaze was so sharp that he felt a little panicked, and the other party's gaze seemed to be able to see through him.

From the bottom of the eye, all the way to the heart.

And how far is he, a twenty-two-year-old Ultra warrior, compared to a blank piece of paper? The most colorful stroke, the core stroke is also hidden in the heart-

"Your father, Ultraman Belial......" The person deliberately used a formulaic order of title such as 'Ultraman Belial', instead of the usual Ultraman XXX, and looked like a cosmic person talking about the Emperor of the Galactic Empire.

The man said the name easily, and saw the slightest twitch of his cheek muscles in his eyes, and his expression did not change, it was still so soft and calm.

"It's possible for him to be born again, right? And... Or in a powerful form that can make you worry about the harm that can harm it all. ”

The first day that the junk laptop survived

(End of chapter)